Safrin
Fanning her fingers, Safrin can do little more than shrug as the light dies away from Ronin's eyes. "I have been honest with you as well Ronin. That I am first as your goddess I have no doubts. But I would be first in your heart as well, and for that, I won't apologize." Her voice is as unapologetic as her beauty, and as she turns her face up to him, she looks splendidly sad.
Watching as Ronin retreats a step, Safrin folds her hands in her lap. "I think this is the different thing we are now." She says slowly. Ronin was strangely the one with the power here, or at least insofar as he has a goddess pining after him. A goddess who could reduce him to ash with a mere breath, but even so.
Watching as Ronin retreats a step, Safrin folds her hands in her lap. "I think this is the different thing we are now." She says slowly. Ronin was strangely the one with the power here, or at least insofar as he has a goddess pining after him. A goddess who could reduce him to ash with a mere breath, but even so.
